Esme Demarest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Whore ain’t just some dusty old word—it’s got layers, hunny! Back in the day, like medieval times, it wasn’t even a cuss. Meant “lover” or some shit—wild, right? Got me shook thinkin’ how it flipped to shady. Kinda like Satine in *Moulin Rouge!*, she’s a courtesan, a queen, but they still judgin’ her. Pisses me off! Society’s always tryna box us in, tellin’ us who we can be. Nah, fam, I’m too juicy for that!

Fats Waller: Your Feet’s Too Big

Demarest Hall used to be housing for the football team and where Records Hall is now was the Neilson Football Field where they played. If.

Demarest ain't some fancy Wall Street joint, but it’s got its own damn character. Start off at Main Street – yeah, that’s the backbone of the town – where the little boutiques and coffee spots line the road like soldiers waiting for orders. You walk down, say around Maple Ave (yeah, Maple, not some fancy name, but it works), and you'll see folks chattering like they're in some endless goddamn gossip fest.

Demarest recruits energy partners from L O Baptista